We took Dash to the contemporary wing at LACMA. We were kinda wandering around, looking for that garage installation that used to be there but is apparently in storage & I can't for the life of me even remember the name of the artist (I thought it was Keinholz, but maybe not. Do you remember, smart people?).
Anyway, at one point Dash started pulling on my arm. He wanted to go back and look at something again. My little art-loving heart skipped a beat and off we ran!
Can you hear the security guards laughing from where you are? Yeah, me, too.